JUAN LES PINS

boxes, despatched on long journeys in motor or
train, unboxed in shops, and sold to women who
Stick them into vases. As soon as it finds itself
in a vase, each flower resumes its individuality.
It is petted and admired. It has to listen to ecstatic
exclamations of joy from people who know and
care nothing of its previous harsh existence, people
who reck not that it may be neglected by a careless
mistress, may be left to die of thirst or cold or heat,
and that anyhow it will die some time, and very
soon at the best, and be thrown away, chucked
into a refuse-bin, amid litter and filth. Flowers
have a hard life.

Juan les Pins.

This is supposed to be the most popular * rising'
resort on the Riviera. Having conscientious regard
for my professional duty to see everything, good or
evil, that is to be seen, I lunched here to-day. If
Juan les Pins ' rises' any further, the beach, like
New York, will have to rise upwards and be
arranged somehow in two storeys. It is a very
narrow and not very long beach, and it cannot be
enlarged. The place is primarily a summer resort.
Nevertheless, in April the beach was crowded with
loungers, bathers, and sun-worshippers (the last
deprived this day of their god). I had to pick my
way oi? the sands among chairs and recumbent
bodies. In summer it must have Margate easily
beaten.

And Margate has one clear superiority over it:

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